Crashing through steel beams and concrete,
like a bullet through skin,
layer by layer, into the abyss,
hit the ground like a soft kiss.

Deep in the cracks,
covered in dirt,
blood runs through the Earth,
rushing through its open wounds.

Among the many skeletons,
lies a broken wreckage,
of skin and flesh,
blood and bones.

And through the fading sight,
of the shattered soul,
there's a glimmer of hope,
but it's just a mirage.